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Daily(ish) poem → 00305 ◊ Sonnet for Baby ◊ Jana Prikryl
Sonnet for Baby
Suddenly three of us so I had to try writing it down.
Not three of us three of us but a few minutes
each day baby and me and a third thing
between us, a membrane filled just until
its skin responds to the touch. New body
to tend, this piece of air.
He’d watch me then,
open his mouth and bleat
a sort of meow, the pink droplet waiting to sit
between his front teeth visible now,
it made his face more intricate,
about as good as English flowing out,
suddenly I loved him very much.
—Jana Prikryl
—found in Critical Quarterly (2018; Vol. 60, No. 1)